Back in your arms
Chapter one: Beer and old friends
Ginny Malfoy, the tall thin woman with ruby red curls and the most vivid blue eyes ever, sat in her tiny room crying away the last few minute of her twenty-year-old life. She wouldn't have ever dreamed this
is how her life would have ended up but alas it seamed that the karma in her life was acting against her. If she hadn't made those certain decisions on those certain days maybe she wouldn't be living on her own in the tiny room she rented above The Wealscott Café. Maybe her parents wouldn't hate her. Maybe… Just maybe.
She had never tasted alcohol but always planned to spend her twenty-first in a bar with her friends drinking away the night. She decided she would head down to the bar anyway as the clock struck midnight. She hopped onto a stool and ordered drinks for forty-five minutes. She was drunk in no time. As she went to order another round of drinks she decided against it.
She began weeping. Ronald, the bartender, owner of the building, and Ginny's brother, patted her shoulders and tried to convince her to confide in him. It wasn't very hard. Drunks are very easy to manipulate. She began to speak in her slurred drawl when she slapped herself in the face.
"Wurt was dat fer?" Ginny asked herself in a pitiful tone. "I know exa'ly wuh tha' was fer. Tha' was fer runnin' off with tha' Draco in m' si's year. We go' married you know. Then he wen' and drown 'imself and I'm a widow. I don't like the soun' of dat. It makes me soun' ol'. I di'n' even like Draco. It was more of the idea of a husband than actually him. O'course my paren's were irate. They threw m' to the stree's and you too' me in. I dunno wuh I w' do 'thout you Ron." As Ron attempted to comfort her some one familiar waked into the bar.
Ginny immediately recognized the eyes' youthful glint, the deep rich yet somewhat velvety black hair, and the absolutely irresistible smile that made any girl swoon. These angel-carved features could only belong to Harry Potter, her old childhood flame. Being highly drunk, Ginny, walked over to him said,
"My've you'g rawn"
"Ginny?" Harry asked in that questioning tone that clearly showed he already knew it was his boyhood crush.
"Harry," She shouted as her arms flew out for a hug that was returned with equal enthusiasm. The two stood there, embracing, in the middle of a bar.
" Um… Ginny?"
"Wurt?"
"I was actually on my way out but I'll give you my number and we can catch up some time. OK?"
"A' 'ight" she said in an undertone of udder bewilderment.
"Then I'll see you around."
All Ginny remembered the next day when she woke up was that face. The sleek hair and heavenly smile had marked a spot in her brain. As she woke up she went to the bathroom to shower. As she hopped in she realized her luck. No hangover. As she opened the bottle of shampoo she heard a slight sound. Ginny, having hardly any common sense, was excited. She hopped out hoping for it to be Harry. Completely nude she ran to the door and opened it only letting her head stick out. It wasn't Harry. It was, however, Hermione Granger the short brunette with bright hazel eyes.
"Oh, Hermy I completely forgot about our get together."
"How could you forget your birthday?" She protested.
"Well let me throw some clothes and then I can explain." She rushed into the tiny dressing area and threw on a shirt and a jeans skirt. When she un-chained the door it was clear Hermione wasn't alone. There was a tall lanky girl in her mid-twenties. Although Mollie Yemmer, Ginny's friend and Ron's fiancée, was near the same age as both Hermione and Ginny she was much taller and prettier. Her flowing waist length blonde hair and bright green eyes clearly made her the most radiant of all.
Upon their entrance Ginny began brewing a pot of coffee. Once all three of them were on the tiny throw cushions in the area that was vacant in the small apartment style house Ginny began to un-ravel the night's details. About how Harry had given her his number and how she intended to call him that night to invite him to the bar. Hermione sat there with a grin on her face. Then she explained the smile bye saying,
"When you two went out in your fifth year I always knew you were great for each other. When he was trying to be a noble hero I was so upset, but now that he killed He Who Must Not Be Named I don't see any reason why you two cant be together. "
Ginny grinned.